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Revolution
- The bling bling era was cute but it's about to be done
- I leave you full of clips like the Moon blocking the Sun
- My metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch
- Like an escape tunnel in prison, I started from scratch
- And now these parasites want a percent of my ASCAP
- Trying to control perspective like an acid flashback
- But here's a quotable for every single record exec
- "Get your fucking hands out my pocket, nigga!" like Malcolm X
- But this ain’t a movie. I'm not a fan or a groupie and I'm not
- The type of cat you can afford to miss if you shoot me
- Curse the Heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me
- Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts, darkening dreams
- No one's as good as me. They just got better marketing schemes
- I'll lead you to your own destruction like sparking a fiend
- 'Cause you got jealousy in your voice like Starscream
- And that's the primary reason that I hate y'all faggots
- I've been nice since niggas got killed over 8 ball jackets
- And Reebok Pumps that didn't do shit for the sneaker
- I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the speaker
- And murder counter revolutionaries personally
- Break a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury
- A&R's tried jerking me, thinking they call shots
- Offered me a deal and a blanket full of smallpox
- You're all getting shot, you little fucking treacherous bitches!
- This is the business, and y'all ain’t getting nothing for free
- And if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company
- You could call it reparations or restitution
- Lock and load, nigga. Industrial revolution
- I want fifty three million dollars for my calloused hands
- Like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban
- And fuck packing grams, nigga. Learn to speak and behave!
- You want to spend twenty years as a government slave?
- Two million people in prison keep the government paid
- Stuck in a six by eight cell alive in the grave
- I was made by revolution to speak to the masses
- Deep in the club, toast the truth. Reach for your glasses
- I'll burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you bastards
- Innocent deep in a casket—Colombian fashion
- Intoxicated off the flow like thug's passion
- You motherfuckers will never get me to stop blasting
- You're better off asking Ariel Sharon for compassion
- You're better off begging for twenty points from a label
- You're better off battling cancer under telephone cables
- Technique chemically unstable, set to explode
- Foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in code
- So if your message ain’t shit, fuck the records you sold!
- 'Cause if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck
- It just means that a million people are stupid as fuck
- Stuck in the underground, a general that rose to the limit
- Without distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick
- Revolutionary Volume 2 murder the critics
- And leave your fucking body rotting for the roaches and crickets
- This is the business, and y'all ain’t getting nothing for free
- And if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company
- You could call it reparations or restitution
- Lock and load, nigga. Industrial revolution
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